Unexpected Sting

by Viola Grace

  “That’s what she said.” He laughed and waved his fork at her. “Proceed to the moment. We are making up these rules as we go.”

  She fast-forwarded through the movie and then got to the scene. She drew her legs up and put her chin on them, but Arthur moved and pulled her back against his chest. “Play it.” She sighed and played it. The couple with their friends in the elevator, the hero waiting until they got to their floor, and the friends left before he pulled her back into the elevator, sending it to the main floor. The moment they were moving, he crowded her back against the elevator wall and kissed her slowly. Her hands crept around and held him. The kiss continued, and then, the couple who had just made out exited the elevator that had descended and rose back to the floor where the others were, both smiling and flustered.

  She stopped it. “That is my favourite kiss to watch.”

  He was quiet, so she turned, and she looked at him. He blinked. “That was a really well-thought-out kiss. And a nice move in the elevator.”

  She picked up the bag and handed it to him. “Your choice.”

  He picked one and showed it to her. “I have to think about this.”

  “Oh, best food scene.” She chuckled. “I think I have one, but I have to be eating pie while we watch it. Wait. This one isn’t my pick.”

  “It isn’t, but I am still mulling my choice over, so you can watch yours.”

  She grinned and went to the children’s movie with the food fight at a wedding near the end.

  She was giggling and eating pie when she dropped some pie and whipped cream on his thigh. She absently bent and licked it up before squirming back against him. The tension in him was incredible. Her comfy back rest had turned into a rock.

  She handed him the remote. “Your choice.”

  “My mind went blank.” He growled it.

  “What? I wasn’t going to waste pie.”

  He snorted and said, “I give up. Pick again.”

  “Is that what we are doing?”

  “I am learning a lot. Pick again.”

  “Fine, but one day, we are going to have to do this with your picks.” She picked it out. “Favourite battle scene.”

  She zipped over and found nearly naked Spartan warriors fighting against the Persian army.

  “Now, why would you like that one?”

  “Lots of action and eye candy. I am very forthright about what I like and what I don’t.” She chuckled. “I wouldn’t want any of them in my bed, but it is fun to look.”

  “Oh, like the dark elves.”

  “Yeah, those guys are high maintenance. They are anchored to the court and have limited travel options. I could get one anchored to me, but it would be a disaster. I will leave that to Nessa. At least Tynan anchors them both if she needs it.”

  “I don’t understand what you mean by anchor.”

  “If I wanted to have a mate, husband, whatever, I would need to link my power to my intended, and he would have to be able to take the spillover when it happens. There would literally be nowhere else for my power to go. He would be the first point of egress for the energy.”

  “You are worried about that?” He said it like it was a minor thing.

  “I don’t want my significant other exploding in a fireball.”

  “What if you didn’t have to worry about that?”

  She turned toward him. “What?”

  “I can take whatever you have to release.” He trailed his fingers down the lace on top of her breasts.

  Stinger looked at his earnest expression, and she sat up and straddled him. “You have such a serious and honest expression that I want to take you up on your offer. Are you really a weird deviant?”

  He ran his hands up her thighs. “No weirder than you.”

  She flexed her face, and then, she had an idea. “Would you sign a contract in case of pregnancy?”

  He blinked. “What? I have already told you that I would.”

  She thudded her head against his chest. “I know, but I can only go by personal experience in my family, and my mom has had a rough time. I am already older than she was when she went travelling and came back pregnant and had to rebuild everything with no support.”

  “I spoke to Abrax, and he didn’t know she was pregnant.”

  “He screwed her brains out for three weeks, and her period never interrupted the festivities? He was obviously not a medical-related deity.”

  Arthur winced. “Yeah, that isn’t really a good bit of cognitive action there.”

  “She doesn’t regret it; she got on with life, but I had to hear about it from aunts and uncles my entire life. She always assumed it was fairly consensual, and I am glad that it relatively was.”

  “Relatively?”

  “She was still abducted and dumped at his feet. She threw a tantrum, and he stopped her. She found that hot, and off they went. Is that pretty much how he described it?”

  “Yeah. How did you know?”

  “She remembered it a few years ago. When my power kicked in. She told me about it when I was of a suitable age, but she couldn’t remember his face, so that part of him was still a mystery.”

  “You think I would blank your mind?”

  She shook her head. “No, but I don’t have any bargaining chips here, so all I need is some reassurance via a contract. I like contracts; I know how to enforce them. Nana Baker showed me some curses I can use.”

  He sighed. “So, you will have unprotected sex with me if there is a contract in place before we do anything? That doesn’t sound good.”

  “What is a marriage license? A contract that binds both parties for tax purposes and gives minor protection under the law. A breeder’s contract would give me an option for recourse in case.”

  He blinked. “You are willing to sign a breeder’s contract? That gives me more rights to the child than you. It would have my name, and I would be responsible for education.”

  She nodded. “Yeah, that is it. I am willing to sign that.”

  “So, I thought you wanted a binding contract that would hold me liable in case a child was accidentally created, but you want to actively try to have a child with me. Is that accurate?”

  She bit her lip and nodded. “It’s about time. The more we talked about it, the more I realized that waiting doesn’t make sense, and if we actively try and have a child, it will make Nana Baker happy and thwart whatever Abrax has going on. It will also save the lives of a lot of condoms.”

  “Well, I mean if it will save condoms.” He smiled and ran a hand through her hair. “So, which one of us summons the contract.”

  “I think it has to be you.” She moved to dismount, but he summoned the breeder contract behind her back.

  He sighed. “I think you will have to dismount so we can read this.”

  He watched her go. “Remember where you were.”

  She snorted and sat next to him.

  “Okay. So here is the declaration that I am entering a contract with you to produce a child to act as my heir. My responsibilities will include financial support, education, visitation, and proper introduction to magic. Your responsibilities will include maintenance of the child, making sure that it knows the traditions of my bloodline, and introduction to any family around the world whom it needs to be introduced to.” He frowned at that. “Oh. Right. Mom’s from Japan, so there is an oni enclave that you might need to visit.”

  She blinked. “You are that kind of ogre? Okay. More research. Good to know.”

  He smiled. “Now, for the actual contract requirement, you need to make yourself available to me until we know you are pregnant.”

  “Wait. It actually says that?”

  He nodded. “It does. That is why I was so surprised at your willingness to engage in this.”

  She blinked. “Is there a penalty that will occur if I don’t?”

  “Hm. Yes. A blinding lust will fill you that won’t be eased until you come to me.”

  “Oh. Good. What is your opinion of it?” She hated pa
rt of herself for it, but she couldn’t think of anything she wanted more than seeing a smaller version of Arthur in her arms.

  Chapter Seven

  Stinger had a community now, unlike her mom. She would know what was going on, and she already knew that the important members of his family would be pleased.

  “It is biased toward giving the magus what he wants. I am going to fix it for the modern age.”

  He scribbled at it, and the text changed.

  “I have changed the blinding lust into persistent attraction—”

  “Which I already have.”

  “I have changed the item about keeping yourself attractive during pregnancy to keeping yourself reasonably healthy.”

  She grimaced. “Fine. It’s only for forty weeks.”

  Stinger listened to his changes, and they were less onerous and the consequences less humiliating. “Right. It sounds normalish. Thanks for rewriting it.”

  “I didn’t want to be called out of town on work and have that blinding lust strike. This way, you will at least be able to call me.”

  She chuckled. He signed and pressed his thumb to the paper. She read it over once more so that she understood the terms, signed it, and pressed her thumb to the page, sending a surge of magic into the contract.

  The parchment rolled up and disappeared.

  Stinger looked at him, and he looked back at her. She glanced at the television. “Why don’t we finish the pie and watch a movie. It is just after six. We have time.”

  He smiled. “We are going to both feel it when it is ratified.”

  “Yup. Until then, there’s pie and streaming movies.”

  He turned himself into her couch again, she pulled the pie close, and got him a forkful covered with whipped cream. He opened his mouth, and a small blob of whipped cream dropped onto his chest. She acted on reflex and licked it up.

  His arm locked around her, and she was pinned to his chest. She looked up and licked her lips. “More pie?”

  He growled, and the pie lifted off the bed and moved toward a side table, settling neatly. “The pie can wait.”

  “It can?”

  He nodded seriously. “It can.”

  She looked at him and started to run her hand over his chest, sliding her palm across his ribs and then dragging her nails up his side. As she reached over, she pressed her breasts against him. His eyes narrowed at that.

  She paused. “What? Should I head to the other side of the bed? It’s a California king; there’s plenty of room.”

  She turned to leave, and he pulled her back. She laughed and slid her hand under the towel around his hips. She investigated what was causing the tent effect and flicked the fabric to one side as she wrapped him in her fist. Well, she tried to; she couldn’t quite wrap around him. He was a bit too wide for her to do that comfortably. She leaned in and wrapped her lips around him, tasting the salty musk of him. She took as much of him into her mouth as possible and sucked as she leaned back and went forward. He groaned, and his hips lifted and dropped with her before he seemed to remember something.

  “Oh, no. You first.”

  He carefully eased her from him and flipped her to her back. He slid his hands up her thighs, moving the silk as he went.

  Stinger twisted as his hands moved over her, and when he exposed her to his view, she paused. The first touch of his tongue on her was electric, and as he continued to lap at her, she moaned. Slow licks of fire were moving through her as he was taking his time. She started to arch with every drag of his dexterous muscle against her. She grabbed the bedding next to her hips and whimpered along with the slow stroke. He gripped one of her hands and threaded her fingers through his. She tightened her fingers when he slid his tongue over sensitive skin, and she felt the imminent onslaught of orgasm. She bet herself that two more slow licks would do it, and she started to hold her breath when his tongue dragged over her and her fingers were tense in their grip. She waited, and it seemed like the lick was slow motion, and he was halfway through and paused. She hissed, and her body receded from the edge.

  He lifted his head and rested his chin on her pubic mound, looking at her. “You are pretty wet.”

  She growled and looked at him with narrowed eyes. “You are a dead man.”

  He smiled. “Why? Just because I led you to the edge and didn’t let you fall?”

  “That might have something to do with it.” Her body was still tense, and she felt like crying.

  He stroked her belly soothingly. “You don’t ever hold back?”

  She swallowed. “No. It is a mechanical thing for me. I have a need, I cum, the need is gone.” She exhaled a ragged breath and said, “If you are done playing, I can grab one of the toys to finish what you started.”

  “I am not done playing. Did you know you exhale power through your pussy as well?”

  She blushed. “Yes, but no one is usually looking.”

  He started stroking her with his free hand while they spoke. He eased two fingers into her and then thrust inward.

  “Oh, that is lovely.” He chuckled and slid his fingers again. “You are so tight around my fingers; you will try and throttle my cock.”

  She ignored him as she twisted under his grip. His hold on her hand now kept her from squirming away while his fingers moved in her. He leaned down and licked at her clit again, and liquid fire ran through her veins, culminating in a rush of pleasure that caused her to let out a long, low moan as her body clasped at his fingers. He kept licking at her, which kept waves of sensation rippling through her. Eventually, she started flinching as he touched her clit. He flicked it a few more times and then ceased.

  She panted and slowly relaxed against the bed. He released her hand and absently sucked his fingers. His slow push-up was menacing but really hot. He crawled up her body, stopping to bring her nipples to hard peaks, and then, he kissed her. She tasted herself on his tongue. He wrapped an arm around her and rolled to his back. “Take me in.”

  She blinked and chuckled. “I will try; you might have to help me overcome friction.”

  “You are fairly slick, but I am happy to help.” He smiled.

  She stroked his chest, shoulders, tongued his nipples, and nipped at them. When he started to move in reaction to her touching, she kept track of it—which slide, which caress, and which tickle set him off. She was giggling until she was pressing against his erection. She knew why he was doing this, and she braced herself on his abs as she levered him into place and eased onto him. He was right. She was wet. He went in with a lot of pressure but no pain.

  He sat up slowly when she had him inside her and wrapped his arms around her. She locked her legs around him, and he slowly folded his legs and rose to his knees.

  She licked at his neck. “Your turn. I got you in; you do the work.”

  He chuckled and kissed her. “Yes. Ma’am.”

  He held her hips and rose on his knees, thrusting into her to the hilt. She moaned.

  He whispered, “I like that song, keep playing it.”

  He withdrew and thrust into her again. Her moan followed.

  They moved together, and he held her as they fucked. She ached, she throbbed, and when her orgasm struck again, she bit him.

  He grunted and thrust into her, jerking against her and holding himself deep inside.

  She stroked his chest as they caught their breath. “Sorry.”

  He looked at her with surprise. “Don’t be. I like a little biting or a lot, frankly. My skin is pretty thick. Most women look at me like I am a cross between Tarzan and a giant gorilla climbing a building.”

  She blinked. “That isn’t what I see when I look at you.”

  He looked at her. “What do you see?”

  She leaned forward, which caused a distinct feeling of fullness inside her. “Hm, I see your sense of humour, your strength, a delightful eagerness to please—”

  He snorted.

  “And smart, charming, handsome, nice muscle tone and a lot of it, and you don’t like wome
n to be taken advantage of. Oh. And you love your grandma. So, all the stuff that revolves around women is dead-on, and that is my category.”

  She started to move on him. “If I have a daughter, she will be safe with you; if I have a son, he will be safe with you.”

  “You are looking at me as breeding stock?” He dipped her forward and pinned her to the bed.

  “Isn’t that what attraction is at the base layer?”

  He narrowed his eyes. “Yes, I suppose it is. I liked your body, but I loved your mind.”

  “My mind? My mind wasn’t on display. There was a bit of cleavage, though.”

  He thrust into her slowly and evenly, not too deep, not too shallow.

  “I looked you up after the wedding and found your businesses, education history, and family connections.”

  She chuckled. “You are in acquisitions. I expected no less.”

  “This is a very strange conversation to be having right now.” He grinned.

  “I could ask you about your parents.”

  He laughed. “Let’s stick to business. I don’t ever want to be thinking of my parents while having sex.”

  “Perhaps you should put more effort into our current activity, and I wouldn’t have a chance to let my mind mmph—” She laughed for a moment as he kissed her slowly, and then, she had a more interesting topic to focus on.

  The kiss became more frenzied, and he moved inside her faster, the slow slide and drag of his cock inside her spurred her on, and she flexed her fingers in his. When her pleasure shattered and scattered her thoughts, she arched and groaned low. He jolted her with fast thrusts until he shoved deep and grunted as he flexed inside her.

  His kiss was still hungry while he held himself inside her. She came slowly to her senses and returned the kiss, wiggling her fingers in his grip.

  He slowly lifted his head and then lowered it to rub his cheek against hers. When he raised his head, he asked, “How are you doing?”

  She undulated under him. “I am good. I am very good. Yourself?”

  He grinned. “I am great.”

  “It’s a good thing the TV was muted. I ended up on the remote.” She chuckled and wiggled her left hand. He released her, and she reached under her and produced the remote control.